by Ami Snow
“Your wish is my command,” he replied. They collapsed onto the bed, kissing and touching and squeezing, until they found a comfortable position: John flat on his back, and Bethany straddling him.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked him.
“Sweetheart, soldiers are always ready.”
Bethany moved until the lips of her pussy were brushing against the very tip of John’s erect cock. “You know what I mean, John.”
He grew serious. “Yes, baby. I am totally ready for you.”
“Good,” she said, slowly letting herself down onto his cock. It was long and thin; the descent took longer than she imagined possible. “Because I can’t wait any longer.”
When she was settled on him, the thin cloth of the peignoir flowed over them like a cloud. “You look like an angel,” John moaned. He reached up and grabbed her breasts through the negligee. “An angel with absolutely amazing tits.”
Bethany started rocking back and forth, sliding upward until almost all of John’s cock was exposed before sliding back down again. Every time John touched her, her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Soon the hotel room was full of the squishy sounds of their lovemaking; each juicy collision punctuated by John’s throaty moans and Bethany’s gasps of pleasure.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Bethany said as she rode her father’s best friend. “This feels so damn good. I think I’m going to cum.”
“Oh, we’ll make sure of that,” John said. He moved suddenly, surprising Bethany with his strength and agility. Before she was completely aware of what was happening, she was flat on her back, with John sliding into her from above. “I can get deeper into your sweet pussy this way,” he explained, and Bethany soon discovered that he was right. The gasps of pleasure she’d been making soon gave way to full-throated screams; she flattened her hand over her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the noise levels down. One more interruption now – from Daddy, from cops called in due to the crazy noises – would kill her, she was sure of it.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around John’s waist. He had other ideas, and shifted Bethany’s legs so her calves were resting on his shoulders. This opened her up wider than she’d ever been; with each plunging thrust of his cock, John pushed into territory that no one had explored before.
“Here it comes,” Bethany warned John. Her legs were trembling, and she’d clenched the sheets so hard that the fabric ripped in her hands. “I’m going to cum right now. It’s happening!”
“Oh, yeah, baby,” John said. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squirting on me. Do it now!”
The last words he said had just enough air of command about them to push Bethany right over the edge. She closed her eyes and just let her body go. The whole world was spinning. She could hardly breathe. The only thing that existed in that radiant moment was her throbbing pussy and John’s hot cock, driving, driving, driving into it. There were no words coming out of her mouth at that point; only deep howls of womanly satisfaction.
Feeling her go off spurred John to let fly as well. He groaned and clutched Bethany tight, pushing into her with one last, vigorous thrust. “Here you go,” he said, one long moment before he collapsed on top of her. Deep inside, Bethany felt suddenly full with his need. She was exhausted and wide awake all at once, and she didn’t want to let John go.
They lay together, limbs tangled, sticky and sweaty, for quite some time. John was staring into Bethany’s face intently, using his fingertips to trace the side of her face. “You’re amazing,” he said. “So beautiful. So giving.”
“You’re the amazing one,” she replied. “It’s never been like this before. I didn’t even know it could be like this.”
John smiled. “Well, any time you want it, you just call me. I’ll come running.”
“Don’t tell me that,” Bethany replied. “Because I’ll be calling you all the time.”
John grew serious for a moment. “You know I’m going to have to leave again. It’s what I do.”
“But you’ll come back,” Bethany said. She pulled John close, demanding and receiving an intense kiss. “You’ll come back to me.”
“I’ll do my best.” John said. He ran his hand over Bethany’s body, slowly squeezing her breasts, guiding over the soft cushion of her belly, exploring the lush curve of her hips. “And believe me, for this, my best is pretty damn good.”
“That’s all I can ask for,” Bethany replied. She snuggled close to John. “And maybe another go round?”
He smiled and kissed her. “I said I’d do my best.”
THE END
Secret Crush On Dad’s Best Friend
Older Men Younger Women Romance
By: Amanda Bolton
Secret Crush On Dad’s Best Friend
Chapter One
Callie Harding checked her reflection in the shop window, one more time. She was meeting her new boss, Albert Roe, for a summer job where she was his personal assistant. Albert had been Callie’s father’s friend since college. They’d roomed together and had never lost touch.
Despite knowing him for a few years, Callie was still nervous. She was jittery because shed harbored a secret crush on Al for the last few years. She never expected that he would look at her as anything, but his friend’s daughter.
She’d dressed without showing off much skin, while showing off her ample curves. She was a big, girl and no one was going to tell her that she couldn’t flaunt those curves. Even if the man she was flaunting them for wouldn’t notice.
Al stood at the back of the discount store, giving directions to one of the sales staff when Callie entered. She paused and drank in the sight of Al. He dressed in a gray suit with starched shirt. Only the wild tie around his neck spoke of any sort of wild side. Every hair was in place.
Her fingers itched to run through that perfect coif, leaving a mess in her wake. Would it be that neat after sex? She shivered. She should not be thinking about sex with her boss, but older, straight-laced men turned her on.
“Callie?”
She’d been daydreaming when Al had noticed her. “Hello, Mr. Roe.”
“Call me Al, Callie. We’re adults and you’ll be working closely with me.”
Late nights? Early mornings? Let’s just order in? Callie smiled at the thought. “I’m ready, Al.”
“You aren’t but that’s okay. You might regret his job when you’re done. I’m a stern task master.”
That gave her the vision of him putting her over his knee and spanking her if she did something wrong. Oh, were her panties wet. She cleared her throat. “I’m sure I can handle it.”
His gaze paused on her a moment, making her wonder what he was thinking. Then he shook himself. “We have to take a trip. One of my stores had several people quit at once and I need to talk to the manager.”
“Okay. Do I have time to pack?”
“Yes. Go home. Pack for an overnight plus one and I’ll have my car pick you up,” Al said.
How lovely. A trip with her boss and crush. She couldn’t have asked for anything better. They’d share every meal together. Intimate dinners. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She would never have thought this possible. Not in her wildest dreams.
She want home, packed then waited for the car. She paced, then sent a text to her father letting him know she’d be out of town for the day. She asked him to feed her cat.
He responded that he would.
Now she was ready, having given her cat fresh water. Bring on this business trip and whatever shenanigans they could get up to.
***
Al sat in the back of his car on the way to Callie’s house, just a little excited. He hadn’t seen Callie in a year or so, and in that time she’d grown up. She’d dressed well, but he could see her curves and large tits. His mouth had watered as she stood in one of his chain of discount stores.
A little higher class than a dollar store, he offered merchandise at a less expensive price than most supermarkets. He didn’t cater to the high end client,
but he’d become rich with these stores.
Rich enough to have his own driver. The car pulled into the lot of a run-down apartment complex. Did Keith know his daughter lived here? The place gave him the creeps.
“I’ll go get Miss Harding and be back. Go around the block if you have to,” Al said.
He wore the same suit, but he’d loosened his tie. He climbed out of the car and walked to the door marked thirteen. Knocking, he looked over his shoulder, hoping no one would carjack them.
Callie opened the door, her rolling suitcase in hand. She hadn’t changed which was good since they were traveling in first class.
“Ready?” Al said, his fingers itching to touch her creamy white skin.
He shouldn’t think that way. She was a young girl and sometimes he liked a little kink. He’d found most big girls could be adventurous, but Callie was young and probably inexperienced in the bedroom.
She followed him to the car as he understood he’d have to keep his hands to himself. No spanking as much as he wanted to get his hand on that luscious ass. She’d probably slap his face if he suggested it to her.
And she should because she was a sweet young girl and he was a dirty old man thinking these thoughts.
She climbed into the car, her ass in full view and he had to turn away. That was one great behind. He wanted to bite it. Not a professional thought at all. He slid onto the seat next to her.
“Where are we going?”
“New Jersey. I have a store that has some issues there. We’ll stay tonight then deal with it tomorrow. I hoped you packed extra because there is a snow storm expected.”
“I did. I saw that on the news.”
“Good. Glad to know you’re keeping up with things. “
But if she had to be naked, he wouldn’t mind at all. Stop. Al knew he shouldn’t be thinking like that, but she smelled too good next to him in the car. He longed to run his hands through her hair and over her breasts. He’d need two hands on one just to handle them.
And that ass. Yes, back to that ass. He could imagine her naked, laying across his bed, and his hand putting red marks on her bottom for some transgression real or imagined. His dick twitched at the thought.
Chapter Two
They arrived at the hotel a few hours later. Every time Callie looked at Al, he’d been staring at her. By the end he wasn’t even bothering to look away when she caught him. Was he interested in her?
Imagine that. Hm. That would make this trip very interesting. She pretended not to notice, but the idea excited her. She like older men and this man in particular. There was something about his nerdy exterior that her thinking that his interior life was probably wild.
Or he’d be wild in bed.
They reached the hotel and walked up to the desk.
“Welcome to the Garden Inn,” a perky blonde said to them.
“There should be two rooms under the name Roe. Both non-smoking.”
She clicked some keys on her keyboard, while staring at her screen. “Oh.”
“Problem?” Al said.
“We had a flood and one of the rooms we had chosen has been destroyed. We only have the one room.”
“Surely there are other rooms available,” he said.
“No, we’re booked. Romance writers’ convention.”
That would explain all of the women in the lobby. Callie had looked around, wondering what was going on. What would she do without a room? There must be another hotel she could stay at.
Al frowned. “That’s not acceptable.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I can get you rooms at the hotel across the street.”
He shook his head. “No that’s not convenient. My room had two double beds?”
“No a king.”
He sighed. “Well, check me in and I’ll figure this out.”
Upon completion of the paperwork, Albert led Callie up to his room. It indeed had a king sized bed. Callie eyed it.
Al dropped his suitcase near the window. “Seeing as I really don’t want to move hotels we are stuck with this room. I hope this isn’t an imposition. I can sleep on the floor. You have taken the bed.”
She gulped. Her boss was going to take the floor? “I can’t ask you to sleep on the floor.”
She was secretly delighted that she would be sharing a room with him.
“I can’t ask you to share a bed with me,” he said.
Oh yes, he could, but how was she going to communicate that to him? Her hormone went on overdrive when she realized that she might be sleeping next to him. Did he snore? He absently spoon?
She shivered with anticipation. “We’re both adults. We can sort ourselves out on the bed. We have business to conduct and you’ll be in no shape sleeping on the floor.”
He nodded. “These old bones aren’t made for floors.”
She patted his arm. “You aren’t old, Al. You’re just mature.”
“That’s nice of you to say, but I don’t feel that young when I get up in the morning. I creak and crackle.”
“Music to wake up to.”
He laughed. “Okay. We’ll share the bed. You ready for dinner?”
“Starved, but let me freshen up before we go.”
Callie brushed her teeth, then her hair. She dabbed on a little perfume then she was ready to go.
***
Al sat across from Callie. The more they talked the more he realized just how nicely she’d grown up. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. Instead, she was all woman. And an attractive one at that.
He needed to calm down his dick because it wanted to come out and play. Callie was his intern for the summer. She was his best friend’s daughter. She was only twenty three. He was old enough to be her father. He had many reasons why he couldn’t act on the feelings he had for her.
He could have his fantasies, but not if he was innocently sharing a bed with her. Hopefully his dick would behave.
“When do you graduate?” he said.
“Next semester. I’m done a semester early.”
“Wow. You must have worked hard to do that.”
“I did. I am looking forward to being on my own and making my own money.”
“You are ambitious.”
“I am. This internship will look great on my resume. It’s different than what a lot of business majors do for internships.” She reached across the table, put her hand on his. “I do appreciate this opportunity.”
He looked down at their hands together. Something in his stirred. Was she coming on to him? Could he hope? No, she was so young and smart. Why would a beautiful girl like her want a nerdy, old man? He didn’t remove his hand, but he tried to remove thoughts of her naked from his mind.
He wondered what smacking that large ass would feel like. Would she let him do it? Bare? His dick twitched at the thought of her naked across his lap. That large, white ass in the air as he smacked hit with his hand.
He bit the inside of his cheek to bring him back to reality. She’d never let him do that. What girl wanted to get spanked? Oh, he’d met women who did, but what were the odds that Callie would submit to it.
Especially from her boss? He could get sued. He could get put out of business just by asking her. Them sharing a room was skating a line. What was he thinking?
He wasn’t. That was the problem. He hadn’t been thinking. Shit.
He was in trouble now. Except that she wasn’t letting go of his hand. She’d interlaced their fingers. Her gaze raced up to his face as if she were testing the waters and wanted to see if he was okay with her holding his hand.
He squeezed. He didn’t mind holding her hand at all. In fact, he didn’t want to let it go. Ever.
She smiled up at him. She must see it in his eyes, but he had to stop this. She was his underling. No. Don’t do this. She could sue and own him.
He pulled his hand away. Her face fell and he wished she wasn’t his intern.
Chapter Three
Callie dreamt that someone was chasing her. She couldn’t seem to
run away. Her feet might as well have been glued to the pavement. She struggled. She couldn’t speak either. No calling for help. No running away.
Whoever was chasing her was going to appear at any moment. Was it the monster from her childhood?
“Callie?”
That wasn’t the monster’s voice. Sounded like Al.
“Callie? Wake up.”
She did to find herself face to face with a bronze chest with a smattering of hair on it. Strong arms held her. Her breath hitched.
“It’s okay, Callie. It was just a dream.”
Al had no shirt on. Callie was only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. Oh God. This was good. Callie huddled closer to Al, taking in his masculine scent. His muscles were lean, not overpowering.
“I’m awake.” He went to let go but she wrapped her arms around him. “I need another minute.”
“Okay.”
He rested his head on top of hers. She’d never felt so safe in her life. She didn’t want to leave his arms.
She shifted to look at his face. “Thanks.”
“You going to be okay?”
“I am.”
She smiled. He didn’t let go and their bodies were in close enough proximity for her to know he was turned on a little by this. Not a raging hard on, but his penis was coming alive. She wiggled a little.
“That’s not a good idea, Callie.”
He again tried to disengage himself from her. She didn’t let him. “Don’t.”
She licked her lips. His eyes followed the path of her tongue. Then he groaned.
“You’re playing with fire little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl, Al. I’m all grown up.”
“Yeah, I can tell, but you’re still young enough to be my daughter.”
“Doesn’t matter. We’re adults Al.”
“You could sue me.”
“Why would I want to sue you? I want this as much as you do. I’m wet for you Al.”